He then quickly checks for his first template.
Character template: Pride (3%)
World: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood
Classification: Homunculus
Tier: 8C
Strengths: Class 25
Speed: Supersonic
Abilities: Homunculus Constitution (mid-novice level), Darkness Manipulation (BLOCKED), Absorption (BLOCKED), Minor Possession (BLOCKED), Alchemy (BLOCKED).
What the Heck means he's got Homunculus constitution? Is he—
"King, Souma," a voice interrupts his thoughts. He looks up and sees the teacher looking around. Nervously, he raises his hand.
The teacher nods and writes something on her pad before saying, "Your presentation now."
Shit. What does he say now?
"I'm Souma King. I like... er, cooking?" he says nervously, glancing at his status. Though he stops himself from inventing more stuff just in time. Right, this is his body now. More confidently, he adds, "Also reading and drawing. I don't like olives or bullies."
He then sits down. For the others, this must have been a pretty normal reply, but for him was something else. This is his body now and he will live how he wants. Though he hopes his 'I don't like bullies' doesn't attract bullies. After all, he's in Midtown High. The School Spider-man used to go to was quite known for its bullies. Though he was looking around every time he walked around the school and hadn't seen Holland, Garfield, or Maguire around.
Anyway, after reading the definition of the Homunculus Constitution, he doesn't know what to feel. In one part, he has some of the passive regeneration they do, though it will cost stamina instead of souls (as he was born with one). The negative is that, if he wants to be immortal or if some of his injuries are too severe, he will have to consume souls.
Not counting that he also is part hollow and that will probably give him... certain urges.
Shit.
.
It's not until classes are over that he remembers how much he hated them. He knows most of it, though maybe he'll be studying more to remember some minor details. He ignores the bus, the stink in there still too fresh on his mind, preferring instead to jog to his house. After less than ten minutes, he runs. The feeling of the wind on his face is heavenly and the way his legs move is just nice, borderline fantastic. He wants to jump, laugh and kick the air. Do splits—just have fun and share her good mood with others. Probably Mashiro's antics bleeding into him.
Since he saw the template, he has been feeling so happy. He also, and this he assumes is some of Pride's mind, prefers to be under the shadow. He feels more secure.
Buying a newspaper, he's happy to find out it's 2004. He has four to five years until Iron man and the Hulk, if he's not mistaken, and 'The Avengers' doesn't start until 2012.
Though he really needs to do a timeline of all the events he remembers.
Also, he needs to familiarize himself with his new powers, which means training. It's good he's finally reached home. And he's not even sweating!
He first goes to the kitchen, not surprised to find no one. His father is a famous chef and his mother is a sous chef that works with him. They're a good pair in the kitchen, but that means they spend most of their time in a restaurant. A high-class one, as they are that good.
After making sure there's no one, he goes to his bedroom. First, he takes the devil's fruit out and, without thinking twice, he gives it a bite. And if for a normal person it tastes like an explosion of shit going on in their mouth, for someone with more refined taste buds, it's like a nuclear bomb is being thrown. He usually has a principle similar to Sanji's in which he must not throw food out, but now, however? Now he has to force himself to not vomit, which is really hard.
Finally, after swallowing that piece of Hell, he goes to the bathroom to wash his teeth, eyes faintly tearing up for the remaining taste.
It's not until he has washed thrice that he realizes there's a cold air coming out of his mouth. And that the mirror has small flakes of ice on it, along with the things in the bathroom.
Shit.
He tries to calm himself and make all the ice disappear as it was his nervousness the one that caused this. He is glad when it works, though it leaves everything slightly wet.
Better to use the bathroom when training this power.
While he's cleaning, he continues asking the System more questions, 'What other function does the system have?'
'The system only has the functions of 'Wheel' and 'Status'.'
'So, no inventory?'
'The system can only keep system-related items inside its inventory.'
So he can't simply equip his clothes or things like that? Shame.
Well, time to try some things up.